One of the most ubiquitous and most dangerous clichés around is “love at first sight.”
In respect to having a child, it’s supposedly that moment when you hold your son or daughter for the first time, when you feel your heart “melt” and you know, truly know, that you’re in love. I use the word “dangerous” for a reason; for someone, such as myself, who suffers from depression and anxiety, the cliché can act as a catalyst for the mind to create an unrealistic anticipation, an engraved in stone expectation.
But what happens if that moment doesn’t occur? What happens if you hold your child for the first time and love is the furthest thing from your mind? For me, my anxiety and depression ratcheted up about a zillion percent, and my mind became even more of a brutal enemy than usual. While depression and anxiety can exacerbate just about every aspect of having a baby, perhaps the worst thing it intensified in me was that concept of love or more specifically, the question: When will I fall in love with my child?
I kept waiting for ‘The Moment’
When Sienna was born and I held her for the first time, I did feel wonder, but my overwhelming emotion was fear, and my brain kept whispering, actually shouting, that I was going to fail as a dad. Sadly, In no way did I feel love. Instead, I felt guilt. I was guilty because I didn’t fall in love with my daughter the first time I held her. I was guilty because I didn’t instantaneously love this innocent creature my wife and I had created, and as the days went on, I became obsessed with trashing myself for both not adhering to the cliché why and desperately trying to figure out when I’d fall in love with my child, Sienna.
I tried to love my daughter, but it didn’t work. I kept waiting for “The Moment,” the flash of light, the mental click of a button. I suffered through numerous panic attacks during which I sobbed and curled into a ball while my daughter screamed and pooped and screamed and pooped. I suffered through hatred of both my daughter and myself. My mind was accusatory, a constant torment. I felt like the villains in Superman II as the Kryptonian council pronounced their sentence: “GUILTY!” “GUILTY!!” GUILTY!!!”
Unlike me, my wife did fall in love immediately; well, that’s not quite true, she fell in love while Sienna was still in the womb. I wondered if it’s different for men and women. Is it more difficult for men to fall in love with their children because they lack that 9-month physical bond? Thus I read article after article on the Internet that often confirmed this theory, but still my mania and self-reproach remained and in fact, worsened.
After a few months, my wife went back to work and I became a full-time stay-at-home dad. I still disliked my daughter. At times I wanted her gone – just gone – and my shame increased. How could I take care of this little thing when I didn’t love her? When would I fall in love with my child? When? When? When? I craved that moment. I NEEDED it.
Two years to fall in love with my child??
I began to ask other dads when they fell in love with their kids thinking their commiseration could help, but instead my strategy backfired.
The first time I went to a NYC Dads’ Group meetup, I remember rolling Sienna through the Central Park Zoo, surveying dads about love and openly admitting that I didn’t love my own daughter. Their answers ranged from instantly to two years. Two years??? How could I live in such pain for two years? At one point, I became so overwhelmed that the tears began to flow and I had to sit on a bench to gather myself. A couple of dads reassured me that it would get better, that it just took time, but being a pessimist, I immediately thought of the extreme of two years.
I castigated myself constantly for being a bad father. Each night I went to bed hoping the next day would bring about that expected moment of clarity. Each morning, I drowsily awakened feeling nothing but humiliation and sadness.
Several months passed by. My wife held me in her arms when the mental pressure manifested itself physically in shaking and chest pains. Sometimes my parents took Sienna for the night to give me a break. I talked about her incessantly in therapy and asked WHEN? My therapist told me to stop going there. Just stop my mind whenever I began to question or feel guilty. I stubbornly, rigidly believed such a thing impossible.
Around six months after Sienna was born, we brought her to a Lifespan Development class conducted by one of my former employers and my wife’s former professor at NYU. Sometime during the class, my wife took a picture of Sienna and I interacting. When she showed it to me, I was stunned. As I stared at my facial expressions, the softness in my eyes, the slight smile, I realized I was in love with Sienna and that I must have been for some time.
Set myself up to fail
Further, I finally realized I had set myself up by believing in the clichéd “moment,” the Good Will Hunting breakthrough. As with therapy, there is no sudden burst of lucidity when it comes to falling in love with your child, and by expecting it, you’re only setting yourself up for disaster, guilt, and agony. It’s a different experience for each dad, for each parent, and comparing yourself to others will only end in mental anguish. This is true with most people, but for those with depression and anxiety, it is especially pertinent, for we always go to the extreme and then blame ourselves when it doesn’t come to fruition.
So while the clichéd moment might be false, the clichéd “falling” in love just might be true as it implies something continuous and gradual, something that happens without you even realizing it. I carry the picture (see below) my wife captured of Sienna and I with me at all times…not as a reminder that I love my nearly one-year-old daughter (for that I feel it in my gut), but I will always need to remember not to succumb to the minefield inside my mind. Things will happen when they happen, so long as I let them.
Wow! Thanks for sharing. That’s a tough hand you were dealt, and I’m glad you found it within you to love.
For me, I don’t know exactly when I was in love with him. But I started being amazed by him almost right away.
During the pregnancy stage, I was very afraid I wouldn’t love my kid, that I’d resent him for taking away my performing career. If you had told me 5 years ago that if I added a lot of responsibility, stopped performing, and mostly stayed at home I’d be happier than I’d ever been, I would have laughed at you. But that’s exactly what happened.
This stuff is counter-intuitive.
Keep on keeping on.
Satyan Sharma says
lorne, this is really great. its something no one tells you before you have a kid and you quietly feel very inadequate for feeling this way. i know that i was afraid to talk about this with anyone other than my wife and its so great that you shed some light on this. biology is one thing, but as dads we do get that extra honor of actually falling in love with our kids.
Lorne Jaffe says
Thanks so much! Your kind and encouraging words mean a hell of a lot to me!
Great post. When it happens to you, you feel like you’re the only one experiencing it, which makes everything even worse.
It’s ironic then that both of us wrote about the same thing at the same time: http://www.bloggerfather.com/2013/03/confessions-of-temporary-monster.html
One thing I mentioned in a comment on my blog, is that while this is hard to accept or understand as a dad, I assume it’s even harder for a mother who is often expected to love a child while she’s still pregnant, or at least love a child while feeding him for the first time.
Beyond your personal story (and my story), I think it’s important that we have these posts out there–maybe new parents will get to read them and understand the “click” isn’t a magic trick that happens the first time we hold our babies.
Lorne Jaffe says
Thanks Oren! That’s wild we wrote about the same thing. Your post is great too! That’s so cool we both got quoted in that Robert Duffer article. I completely agree w/ you about the importance of having people understand that that “click” isn’t a magic trick and that that’s ok. To me, that’s the biggest thing. I know now that it’s ok if it doesn’t happen immediately because that doesn’t mean it won’t EVER happen. Also agreed on the mother who doesn’t fall in love w/ her child immediately. No wonder post-partem depression is so rampant. You get the world telling you you’re supposed to fall in love instantly and life just isn’t like that
SANDRA MOISE says
I’m a friend of Elaine, I’ve been waiting for the Jaffe baby for years, lol. Maybe YOU didn’t know you was in love but I believe you was in love from the beginning. From the FB pictures, comments and statuses, you were always in love,Sienna is a lucky little girl to have a father like you, waiting for your book!
Lorne Jaffe says
Thanks so much Sandra!
Thank you for this post – it made my day and put me more at ease. My daughter is only four months old but I’m experiencing something similar to what you did: searching, searching for that moment when everything falls into place and I finally love my daughter. I do feel very warm, tender feelings of love but it’s off and on and when I don’t, I start berating myself – my anxiety goes through the roof and I feel ashamed for the thoughts and feelings I have, or the lack of the latter.
Like you, I struggle with anxiety and depression, something which really doesn’t help when facing major changes to your life. It’s far too easy to blame oneself for one’s shortcomings rather than to accept the situation and be patient.
Thank you anyway for this post.
I understand that the way this idea is presented might be stressful for you, and I’m not a psychiatrist, but it seems to me like your issue is more with a weird idea of what “love” is than actually not loving your daughter.
Love isn’t a gift. It’s not a solution. It’s not expected to fix your depression/anxiety/whatever. Love isn’t the obsession or infatuation you see in your own twinkling eyes. Love doesn’t keep score and isn’t measured and doesn’t follow a clock. Love doesn’t preclude being angry or wanting alone time.
Love means caring, empathy, wanting what’s best for your daughter, prioritizing her well being above your own. The instinctive need to protect her. It’s stressful and it’s work. That’s it. If you recognize that you care about her well-being, you love your daughter.